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A deafening applause overtook the music for a mere couple of seconds before the patrons got distracted as dancers jumped off the stage to roam through the aisles and their attention shifted.

The toy was going nonstop, and I had a feeling it wouldn’t turn off until Damian pulled it away from my clit. I sighed in relief when I felt him unfastening the cuffs. He released my wrists first, and I groaned as I stretched them above my head, my aching body protesting. I slid down onto my stomach, straightening my knees as he unlocked my ankles. His fingers worked their way up my calves, kneading my muscles. But the tension only coiled through me more as vibrations wracked every part of me.

I cried out in surprise when Damian pulled my arm, rolling me over before sweeping me in his arms. I scanned the stage, seeing the man who had been in the spreader bar beside me was also being released. Men were already bringing up women whohad wide smiles on their faces. Damian rushed off the stage, pushing the curtains out of our way in a hurry.

“Damian,” I panted. “I need to take this thing off?—”

“Not yet,” he interrupted, kissing me on the head as he strode to his office. “Don’t come, Talie.”

My glare was less than scathing since I was barely holding myself together. I wasn’t sure how the hell he expected me not to come when the pleasure was constant.

He kicked open his office door, only taking a second to close it behind us and flick the lock. After crossing the room, he set me on the desk. Reaching behind me, he impatiently pulled the string, loosening my mask before he tugged it off, not caring if he messed up my hair. He ripped his own mask off, letting it fall to the floor. My back hit the cool wood, and he quickly lifted my legs, straightening them until my ankles were on either side of his neck.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he ground out. “As much as I loved being on stage with you, it was torture because I couldn’t touch you how I wanted.”

“Fuck me,” I demanded in a hoarse voice, my need overwhelming everything else. “Right now.”

He grinned. “Can’t handle anymore foreplay?”

I shook my head. It was taking everything to focus on something besides my impending orgasm. I let the back of my head hit the desk as I kept my eyes closed. He kept a firm grip on one of my legs as I heard a zipper being pulled down. A second later, he shoved the fabric to the side, exposing my pussy. He groaned out a curse as he pushed into me. I was dripping at this point, and he buried himself inside me before grasping my hips to pull me closer to the edge of the desk.

“So wet for me,” he rasped. “Keep those legs up.”

My feet were behind his head, and I bucked against him when he slammed into me. It was what I needed to teeter on theedge. He thrust again, his fingers digging into my hips. As he controlled our pace, it was clear his patience had run out. There was no more being calm and collected. He was fucking me like his life depended on it.

The desk scraped on the floor with each thrust, his grip holding me in place. My legs rested on his chest as they shook. I slammed my palms on the wood, sucking in shallow breaths. I was right there…

When my climax exploded, I screamed hoarsely. Damian didn’t change up his strokes, pounding into me wildly as I came. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy hit me until I was nearly climbing up the desk to escape it. I reached down, my hand shaking as I plucked the toy from beneath the outfit, tossing it away from me.

Damian nudged my legs off his shoulders, leaning over me, his chest pressing against my breasts. He slammed his lips to mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing him on top of me more as he plunged back into me. His racing heart was beating against my chest, and both of us were breathing hard.

He thrust one more time before letting out a grunt as he stilled when his release hit. His cock twitched inside me as he came, and after a few seconds, he rested his forehead on mine, meeting my eyes.

“You forgot to count,” he murmured, a hint of heated teasing in his voice. “It’s okay. We’ll try again another time.”

A laugh escaped me. “I hope you’re not counting on another time being soon. I’m exhausted.”

“Good.” He climbed off me, using his discarded shirt to clean me up.

He reached into the bag near the desk, pulling out a small pile of what looked like clean clothes.

I sat up, wincing when I put weight on my sore ass. It was still fucking worth every moment. “That was amazing.”

“The sex or being on stage?”

“All of it. You need to buy some of those toys for home.”

He shot me a devilish grin. “Oh, baby. Everything I used on you tonight is coming home with us. Especially the spreader bar.”

My stomach flipped as he pulled one of his t-shirts over my head.

“Let’s go,” he said, handing me a pair of sweats. “I want to put you in my bed so I can give you a massage. I think your body needs it after tonight.”

CHAPTER 45

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“Any luck?” I asked, keeping my phone to my ear.

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